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twg_000000022000 | hackd. Give me my armour. SEYTON. Tis not needed yet. MACBETH. Ill put it on. Send out more horses, skirr the country round; Hang those that talk of fear. Give me mine armour. How does your patient, doctor? DOCTOR. Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest. MACBETH. Cure her | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022001 | of that: Canst thou not minister to a mind diseasd, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart? DOCTOR. Therein the patient Must minister to himself. MACBETH. Throw physic to the dogs, Ill none | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022002 | of it. Come, put mine armour on; give me my staff: Seyton, send out.Doctor, the Thanes fly from me. Come, sir, despatch.If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again.Pullt off, I say. What rhubarb, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022003 | senna, or what purgative drug, Would scour these English hence? Hearst thou of them? DOCTOR. Ay, my good lord. Your royal preparation Makes us hear something. MACBETH. Bring it after me. I will not be afraid of death and bane, Till Birnam forest come to Dunsinane. [_Exeunt all except Doctor._] DOCTOR. Were I from Dunsinane away and clear, Profit again | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022004 | should hardly draw me here. [_Exit._] SCENE IV. Country near Dunsinane: a Wood in view. Enter, with drum and colours Malcolm, old Siward and his Son, Macduff, Menteith, Caithness, Angus, Lennox, Ross and Soldiers, marching. MALCOLM. Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand That chambers will be safe. MENTEITH. We doubt it nothing. SIWARD. What wood is this | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022005 | before us? MENTEITH. The wood of Birnam. MALCOLM. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, And beart before him. Thereby shall we shadow The numbers of our host, and make discovery Err in report of us. SOLDIERS. It shall be done. SIWARD. We learn no other but the confident tyrant Keeps still in Dunsinane, and will endure Our setting | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022006 | down beforet. MALCOLM. Tis his main hope; For where there is advantage to be given, Both more and less have given him the revolt, And none serve with him but constrained things, Whose hearts are absent too. MACDUFF. Let our just censures Attend the true event, and put we on Industrious soldiership. SIWARD. The time approaches, That will with due | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022007 | decision make us know What we shall say we have, and what we owe. Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate, But certain issue strokes must arbitrate; Towards which advance the war. [_Exeunt, marching._] SCENE V. Dunsinane. Within the castle. Enter with drum and colours, Macbeth, Seyton and Soldiers. MACBETH. Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022008 | still, They come! Our castles strength Will laugh a siege to scorn: here let them lie Till famine and the ague eat them up. Were they not forcd with those that should be ours, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, And beat them backward home. [_A cry of women within._] What is that noise? SEYTON. It is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022009 | the cry of women, my good lord. [_Exit._] MACBETH. I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been, my senses would have coold To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were int. I have suppd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022010 | once start me. Enter Seyton. Wherefore was that cry? SEYTON. The Queen, my lord, is dead. MACBETH. She should have died hereafter. There would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022011 | The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Lifes but a walking shadow; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing. Enter a Messenger. Thou comst to use thy tongue; thy story quickly. MESSENGER. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022012 | Gracious my lord, I should report that which I say I saw, But know not how to dot. MACBETH. Well, say, sir. MESSENGER. As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I lookd toward Birnam, and anon, methought, The wood began to move. MACBETH. Liar, and slave! MESSENGER. Let me endure your wrath, ift be not so. Within this | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022013 | three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove. MACBETH. If thou speakst false, Upon the next tree shalt thou hang alive, Till famine cling thee: if thy speech be sooth, I care not if thou dost for me as much. I pull in resolution; and begin To doubt th equivocation of the fiend, That lies like | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022014 | truth. Fear not, till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane; and now a wood Comes toward Dunsinane.Arm, arm, and out! If this which he avouches does appear, There is nor flying hence nor tarrying here. I gin to be aweary of the sun, And wish th estate o th world were now undone. Ring the alarum bell!Blow, wind! come, wrack! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022015 | At least well die with harness on our back. [_Exeunt._] SCENE VI. The same. A Plain before the Castle. Enter, with drum and colours, Malcolm, old Siward, Macduff and their Army, with boughs. MALCOLM. Now near enough. Your leafy screens throw down, And show like those you are.You, worthy uncle, Shall with my cousin, your right noble son, Lead our | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022016 | first battle: worthy Macduff and we Shall take upons what else remains to do, According to our order. SIWARD. Fare you well. Do we but find the tyrants power tonight, Let us be beaten, if we cannot fight. MACDUFF. Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. [_Exeunt._] SCENE VII. The same. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022017 | Another part of the Plain. Alarums. Enter Macbeth. MACBETH. They have tied me to a stake. I cannot fly, But, bear-like I must fight the course.Whats he That was not born of woman? Such a one Am I to fear, or none. Enter young Siward. YOUNG SIWARD. What is thy name? MACBETH. Thoult be afraid to hear it. YOUNG SIWARD. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022018 | No; though thou callst thyself a hotter name Than any is in hell. MACBETH. My names Macbeth. YOUNG SIWARD. The devil himself could not pronounce a title More hateful to mine ear. MACBETH. No, nor more fearful. YOUNG SIWARD. Thou liest, abhorred tyrant. With my sword Ill prove the lie thou speakst. [_They fight, and young Siward is slain._] MACBETH. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022019 | Thou wast born of woman. But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn, Brandishd by man thats of a woman born. [_Exit._] Alarums. Enter Macduff. MACDUFF. That way the noise is.Tyrant, show thy face! If thou best slain and with no stroke of mine, My wife and childrens ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched kerns, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022020 | whose arms Are hired to bear their staves. Either thou, Macbeth, Or else my sword, with an unbatterd edge, I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; By this great clatter, one of greatest note Seems bruited. Let me find him, Fortune! And more I beg not. [_Exit. Alarums._] Enter Malcolm and old Siward. SIWARD. This way, my lord;the castles | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022021 | gently renderd: The tyrants people on both sides do fight; The noble thanes do bravely in the war, The day almost itself professes yours, And little is to do. MALCOLM. We have met with foes That strike beside us. SIWARD. Enter, sir, the castle. [_Exeunt. Alarums._] SCENE VIII. The same. Another part of the field. Enter Macbeth. MACBETH. Why should | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022022 | I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own sword? whiles I see lives, the gashes Do better upon them. Enter Macduff. MACDUFF. Turn, hell-hound, turn! MACBETH. Of all men else I have avoided thee: But get thee back; my soul is too much chargd With blood of thine already. MACDUFF. I have no words; My voice is in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022023 | my sword: thou bloodier villain Than terms can give thee out! [_They fight._] MACBETH. Thou losest labour: As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmed life, which must not yield To one of woman born. MACDUFF. Despair thy charm; And let | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022024 | the angel whom thou still hast servd Tell thee, Macduff was from his mothers womb Untimely rippd. MACBETH. Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, For it hath cowd my better part of man! And be these juggling fiends no more believd, That palter with us in a double sense; That keep the word of promise to our ear, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022025 | And break it to our hope!Ill not fight with thee. MACDUFF. Then yield thee, coward, And live to be the show and gaze o th time. Well have thee, as our rarer monsters are, Painted upon a pole, and underwrit, Here may you see the tyrant. MACBETH. I will not yield, To kiss the ground before young Malcolms feet, And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022026 | to be baited with the rabbles curse. Though Birnam wood be come to Dunsinane, And thou opposd, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield: lay on, Macduff; And damnd be him that first cries, Hold, enough! [_Exeunt fighting. Alarums._] Retreat. Flourish. Enter, with drum and colours, Malcolm, old | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022027 | Siward, Ross, Thanes and Soldiers. MALCOLM. I would the friends we miss were safe arrivd. SIWARD. Some must go off; and yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought. MALCOLM. Macduff is missing, and your noble son. ROSS. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldiers debt: He only livd but till he was | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022028 | a man; The which no sooner had his prowess confirmd In the unshrinking station where he fought, But like a man he died. SIWARD. Then he is dead? FLEANCE. Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow Must not be measurd by his worth, for then It hath no end. SIWARD. Had he his hurts before? ROSS. Ay, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022029 | on the front. SIWARD. Why then, Gods soldier be he! Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death: And so his knell is knolld. MALCOLM. Hes worth more sorrow, And that Ill spend for him. SIWARD. Hes worth no more. They say he parted well and paid his score: And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022030 | so, God be with him!Here comes newer comfort. Enter Macduff with Macbeths head. MACDUFF. Hail, King, for so thou art. Behold, where stands Th usurpers cursed head: the time is free. I see thee compassd with thy kingdoms pearl, That speak my salutation in their minds; Whose voices I desire aloud with mine, Hail, King of Scotland! ALL. Hail, King | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022031 | of Scotland! [_Flourish._] MALCOLM. We shall not spend a large expense of time Before we reckon with your several loves, And make us even with you. My thanes and kinsmen, Henceforth be earls, the first that ever Scotland In such an honour namd. Whats more to do, Which would be planted newly with the time, As calling home our exild | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022032 | friends abroad, That fled the snares of watchful tyranny; Producing forth the cruel ministers Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen, Who, as tis thought, by self and violent hands Took off her life;this, and what needful else That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace, We will perform in measure, time, and place. So thanks to all | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022033 | at once, and to each one, Whom we invite to see us crownd at Scone. [_Flourish. Exeunt._] MEASURE FOR MEASURE Contents ACT I Scene I. An apartment in the Dukes palace Scene II. A street Scene III. A monastery Scene IV. A nunnery ACT II Scene I. A hall in Angelos house Scene II. Another room in the same Scene | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022034 | III. A room in a prison Scene IV. A room in Angelos house ACT III Scene I. A room in the prison Scene II. The street before the prisons ACT IV Scene I. A room in Marianas house Scene II. A room in the prison Scene III. Another room in the same Scene IV. A room in Angelos house Scene | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022035 | V. Fields without the town Scene VI. Street near the city gate ACT V Scene I. A public place near the city gate Dramatis Person Vincentio, DUKE of Vienna ESCALUS, an ancient Lord PROVOST ELBOW, a simple constable ABHORSON, an executioner A JUSTICE VARRIUS, a Gentleman, Servant to the Duke ANGELO, Deputy to the Duke MARIANA, betrothed to Angelo BOY, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022036 | singer SERVANT, to Angelo MESSENGER, from Angelo ISABELLA, Sister to Claudio FRANCISCA, a nun CLAUDIO, a young Gentleman JULIET, betrothed to Claudio LUCIO, a fantastic Two GENTLEMEN FRIAR THOMAS FRIAR PETER Mistress Overdone, a BAWD POMPEY, Servant to Mistress Overdone FROTH, a foolish gentleman BARNARDINE, a dissolute prisoner Lords, Officers, Servants, Citizens and Attendants SCENE: Vienna ACT I SCENE I. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022037 | An apartment in the Dukes palace. Enter Duke, Escalus, Lords and Attendants. DUKE. Escalus. ESCALUS. My lord. DUKE. Of government the properties to unfold Would seem in me t affect speech and discourse, Since I am put to know that your own science Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice My strength can give you. Then no more remains | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022038 | But that, to your sufficiency, as your worth is able, And let them work. The nature of our people, Our citys institutions, and the terms For common justice, youre as pregnant in As art and practice hath enriched any That we remember. There is our commission, From which we would not have you warp.Call hither, I say, bid come before | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022039 | us, Angelo. [_Exit an Attendant._] What figure of us think you he will bear? For you must know we have with special soul Elected him our absence to supply; Lent him our terror, drest him with our love, And given his deputation all the organs Of our own power. What think you of it? ESCALUS. If any in Vienna be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022040 | of worth To undergo such ample grace and honour, It is Lord Angelo. Enter Angelo. DUKE. Look where he comes. ANGELO. Always obedient to your Graces will, I come to know your pleasure. DUKE. Angelo, There is a kind of character in thy life That to th observer doth thy history Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022041 | own so proper as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touched But to fine issues; nor nature never lends The | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022042 | smallest scruple of her excellence But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use. But I do bend my speech To one that can my part in him advertise. Hold, therefore, Angelo. In our remove be thou at full ourself. Mortality and mercy in Vienna Live in thy tongue and heart. Old | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022043 | Escalus, Though first in question, is thy secondary. Take thy commission. ANGELO. Now, good my lord, Let there be some more test made of my metal, Before so noble and so great a figure Be stamped upon it. DUKE. No more evasion. We have with a leavened and prepared choice Proceeded to you; therefore take your honours. Our haste from | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022044 | hence is of so quick condition That it prefers itself, and leaves unquestioned Matters of needful value. We shall write to you, As time and our concernings shall importune, How it goes with us; and do look to know What doth befall you here. So, fare you well. To th hopeful execution do I leave you Of your commissions. ANGELO. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022045 | Yet give leave, my lord, That we may bring you something on the way. DUKE. My haste may not admit it; Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do With any scruple. Your scope is as mine own, So to enforce or qualify the laws As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand; Ill privily away. I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022046 | love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes. Though it do well, I do not relish well Their loud applause and _Aves_ vehement; Nor do I think the man of safe discretion That does affect it. Once more, fare you well. ANGELO. The heavens give safety to your purposes! ESCALUS. Lead forth and bring you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022047 | back in happiness. DUKE. I thank you. Fare you well. [_Exit._] ESCALUS. I shall desire you, sir, to give me leave To have free speech with you; and it concerns me To look into the bottom of my place. A power I have, but of what strength and nature I am not yet instructed. ANGELO. Tis so with me. Let | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022048 | us withdraw together, And we may soon our satisfaction have Touching that point. ESCALUS. Ill wait upon your honour. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. A street. Enter Lucio and two other Gentlemen. LUCIO. If the Duke, with the other dukes, come not to composition with the King of Hungary, why then all the dukes fall upon the King. FIRST GENTLEMAN. Heaven grant | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022049 | us its peace, but not the King of Hungarys! SECOND GENTLEMAN. Amen. LUCIO. Thou concludst like the sanctimonious pirate that went to sea with the ten commandments, but scraped one out of the table. SECOND GENTLEMAN. Thou shalt not steal? LUCIO. Ay, that he razed. FIRST GENTLEMAN. Why, twas a commandment to command the captain and all the rest from | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022050 | their functions! They put forth to steal. Theres not a soldier of us all that, in the thanksgiving before meat, do relish the petition well that prays for peace. SECOND GENTLEMAN. I never heard any soldier dislike it. LUCIO. I believe thee; for I think thou never wast where grace was said. SECOND GENTLEMAN. No? A dozen times at least. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022051 | FIRST GENTLEMAN. What? In metre? LUCIO. In any proportion or in any language. FIRST GENTLEMAN. I think, or in any religion. LUCIO. Ay, why not? Grace is grace, despite of all controversy; as, for example, thou thyself art a wicked villain, despite of all grace. FIRST GENTLEMAN. Well, there went but a pair of shears between us. LUCIO. I grant, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022052 | as there may between the lists and the velvet. Thou art the list. FIRST GENTLEMAN. And thou the velvet. Thou art good velvet; thourt a three-piled piece, I warrant thee. I had as lief be a list of an English kersey as be piled, as thou art piled, for a French velvet. Do I speak feelingly now? LUCIO. I think | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022053 | thou dost, and indeed, with most painful feeling of thy speech. I will, out of thine own confession, learn to begin thy health; but, whilst I live, forget to drink after thee. FIRST GENTLEMAN. I think I have done myself wrong, have I not? SECOND GENTLEMAN. Yes, that thou hast, whether thou art tainted or free. Enter Mistress Overdone, a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022054 | Bawd. LUCIO. Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation comes! I have purchased as many diseases under her roof as come to SECOND GENTLEMAN. To what, I pray? FIRST GENTLEMAN. Judge. SECOND GENTLEMAN. To three thousand dolours a year. FIRST GENTLEMAN. Ay, and more. LUCIO. A French crown more. FIRST GENTLEMAN. Thou art always figuring diseases in me, but thou art full | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022055 | of error; I am sound. LUCIO. Nay, not, as one would say, healthy, but so sound as things that are hollow. Thy bones are hollow. Impiety has made a feast of thee. FIRST GENTLEMAN. How now, which of your hips has the most profound sciatica? BAWD. Well, well! Theres one yonder arrested and carried to prison was worth five thousand | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022056 | of you all. FIRST GENTLEMAN. Whos that, I pray thee? BAWD. Marry, sir, thats Claudio, Signior Claudio. FIRST GENTLEMAN. Claudio to prison? Tis not so. BAWD. Nay, but I know tis so. I saw him arrested, saw him carried away; and, which is more, within these three days his head to be chopped off. LUCIO. But, after all this fooling, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022057 | I would not have it so. Art thou sure of this? BAWD. I am too sure of it. And it is for getting Madam Julietta with child. LUCIO. Believe me, this may be. He promised to meet me two hours since, and he was ever precise in promise-keeping. SECOND GENTLEMAN. Besides, you know, it draws something near to the speech | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022058 | we had to such a purpose. FIRST GENTLEMAN. But most of all agreeing with the proclamation. LUCIO. Away! Lets go learn the truth of it. [_Exeunt Lucio and Gentlemen._] BAWD. Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what with the gallows, and what with poverty, I am custom-shrunk. Enter Pompey. How now? Whats the news with you? POMPEY. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022059 | Yonder man is carried to prison. BAWD. Well, what has he done? POMPEY. A woman. BAWD. But whats his offence? POMPEY. Groping for trouts in a peculiar river. BAWD. What? Is there a maid with child by him? POMPEY. No, but theres a woman with maid by him. You have not heard of the proclamation, have you? BAWD. What proclamation, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022060 | man? POMPEY. All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be plucked down. BAWD. And what shall become of those in the city? POMPEY. They shall stand for seed. They had gone down too, but that a wise burgher put in for them. BAWD. But shall all our houses of resort in the suburbs be pulled down? POMPEY. To the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022061 | ground, mistress. BAWD. Why, heres a change indeed in the commonwealth! What shall become of me? POMPEY. Come, fear not you. Good counsellors lack no clients. Though you change your place, you need not change your trade. Ill be your tapster still. Courage, there will be pity taken on you. You that have worn your eyes almost out in the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022062 | service, you will be considered. Enter Provost, Claudio, Juliet and Officers. BAWD. Whats to do here, Thomas Tapster? Lets withdraw. POMPEY. Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the Provost to prison. And theres Madam Juliet. [_Exeunt Bawd and Pompey._] CLAUDIO. Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world? Bear me to prison, where I am committed. PROVOST. I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022063 | do it not in evil disposition, But from Lord Angelo by special charge. CLAUDIO. Thus can the demi-god Authority Make us pay down for our offence by weight. The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will; On whom it will not, so; yet still tis just. Enter Lucio and two Gentlemen. LUCIO. Why, how now, Claudio? Whence comes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022064 | this restraint? CLAUDIO. From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty. As surfeit is the father of much fast, So every scope by the immoderate use Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue, Like rats that ravin down their proper bane, A thirsty evil; and when we drink, we die. LUCIO. If I could speak so wisely under an arrest, I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022065 | would send for certain of my creditors; and yet, to say the truth, I had as lief have the foppery of freedom as the morality of imprisonment. Whats thy offence, Claudio? CLAUDIO. What but to speak of would offend again. LUCIO. What, ist murder? CLAUDIO. No. LUCIO. Lechery? CLAUDIO. Call it so. PROVOST. Away, sir; you must go. CLAUDIO. One | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022066 | word, good friend.Lucio, a word with you. LUCIO. A hundred, if theyll do you any good. Is lechery so looked after? CLAUDIO. Thus stands it with me: upon a true contract I got possession of Juliettas bed. You know the lady; she is fast my wife, Save that we do the denunciation lack Of outward order. This we came not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022067 | to Only for propagation of a dower Remaining in the coffer of her friends, From whom we thought it meet to hide our love Till time had made them for us. But it chances The stealth of our most mutual entertainment With character too gross is writ on Juliet. LUCIO. With child, perhaps? CLAUDIO. Unhappily, even so. And the new | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022068 | deputy now for the Duke Whether it be the fault and glimpse of newness, Or whether that the body public be A horse whereon the governor doth ride, Who, newly in the seat, that it may know He can command, lets it straight feel the spur; Whether the tyranny be in his place, Or in his eminence that fills it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022069 | up, I stagger inbut this new governor Awakes me all the enrolled penalties Which have, like unscoured armour, hung by th wall So long that nineteen zodiacs have gone round, And none of them been worn; and for a name Now puts the drowsy and neglected act Freshly on me. Tis surely for a name. LUCIO. I warrant it is. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022070 | And thy head stands so tickle on thy shoulders that a milkmaid, if she be in love, may sigh it off. Send after the Duke, and appeal to him. CLAUDIO. I have done so, but hes not to be found. I prithee, Lucio, do me this kind service: This day my sister should the cloister enter, And there receive her | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022071 | approbation. Acquaint her with the danger of my state; Implore her, in my voice, that she make friends To the strict deputy; bid herself assay him. I have great hope in that. For in her youth There is a prone and speechless dialect Such as moves men; beside, she hath prosperous art When she will play with reason and discourse, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022072 | And well she can persuade. LUCIO. I pray she may, as well for the encouragement of the like, which else would stand under grievous imposition, as for the enjoying of thy life, who I would be sorry should be thus foolishly lost at a game of tick-tack. Ill to her. CLAUDIO. I thank you, good friend Lucio. LUCIO. Within two | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022073 | hours. CLAUDIO. Come, officer, away. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. A monastery. Enter Duke and Friar Thomas. DUKE. No, holy father, throw away that thought; Believe not that the dribbling dart of love Can pierce a complete bosom. Why I desire thee To give me secret harbour hath a purpose More grave and wrinkled than the aims and ends Of burning youth. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022074 | FRIAR THOMAS. May your Grace speak of it? DUKE. My holy sir, none better knows than you How I have ever loved the life removed, And held in idle price to haunt assemblies Where youth, and cost, a witless bravery keeps. I have delivered to Lord Angelo, A man of stricture and firm abstinence, My absolute power and place here | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022075 | in Vienna, And he supposes me travelled to Poland; For so I have strewed it in the common ear, And so it is received. Now, pious sir, You will demand of me why I do this? FRIAR THOMAS. Gladly, my lord. DUKE. We have strict statutes and most biting laws, The needful bits and curbs to headstrong weeds, Which for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022076 | this fourteen years we have let slip, Even like an oergrown lion in a cave That goes not out to prey. Now, as fond fathers, Having bound up the threatning twigs of birch, Only to stick it in their childrens sight For terror, not to use, in time the rod Becomes more mocked than feared: so our decrees, Dead to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022077 | infliction, to themselves are dead, And liberty plucks justice by the nose, The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum. FRIAR THOMAS. It rested in your Grace To unloose this tied-up justice when you pleased; And it in you more dreadful would have seemed Than in Lord Angelo. DUKE. I do fear, too dreadful. Sith twas my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022078 | fault to give the people scope, Twould be my tyranny to strike and gall them For what I bid them do; for we bid this be done When evil deeds have their permissive pass And not the punishment. Therefore, indeed, my father, I have on Angelo imposed the office; Who may in th ambush of my name strike home, And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022079 | yet my nature never in the fight To do in slander. And to behold his sway, I will, as twere a brother of your order, Visit both prince and people. Therefore, I prithee, Supply me with the habit, and instruct me How I may formally in person bear Like a true friar. Moe reasons for this action At our more | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022080 | leisure shall I render you; Only, this one: Lord Angelo is precise; Stands at a guard with envy; scarce confesses That his blood flows or that his appetite Is more to bread than stone. Hence shall we see, If power change purpose, what our seemers be. [_Exeunt._] SCENE IV. A nunnery. Enter Isabella and Francisca, a Nun. ISABELLA. And have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022081 | you nuns no farther privileges? FRANCISCA. Are not these large enough? ISABELLA. Yes, truly; I speak not as desiring more, But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the sisterhood, the votarists of Saint Clare. LUCIO. [_Within_.] Ho! Peace be in this place! ISABELLA. Whos that which calls? FRANCISCA. It is a mans voice. Gentle Isabella, Turn you the key, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022082 | and know his business of him; You may, I may not; you are yet unsworn. When you have vowed, you must not speak with men But in the presence of the prioress; Then, if you speak, you must not show your face; Or if you show your face, you must not speak. He calls again. I pray you answer him. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022083 | [_Exit Francisca._] ISABELLA. Peace and prosperity! Who ist that calls? Enter Lucio. LUCIO. Hail, virgin, if you be, as those cheek-roses Proclaim you are no less. Can you so stead me As bring me to the sight of Isabella, A novice of this place, and the fair sister To her unhappy brother Claudio? ISABELLA. Why her unhappy brother? let me | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022084 | ask, The rather for I now must make you know I am that Isabella, and his sister. LUCIO. Gentle and fair, your brother kindly greets you. Not to be weary with you, hes in prison. ISABELLA. Woe me! For what? LUCIO. For that which, if myself might be his judge, He should receive his punishment in thanks: He hath got | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022085 | his friend with child. ISABELLA. Sir, make me not your story. LUCIO. Tis true. I would not, though tis my familiar sin With maids to seem the lapwing, and to jest, Tongue far from heart, play with all virgins so. I hold you as a thing enskied and sainted By your renouncement an immortal spirit, And to be talked with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022086 | in sincerity, As with a saint. ISABELLA. You do blaspheme the good in mocking me. LUCIO. Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, tis thus: Your brother and his lover have embraced; As those that feed grow full, as blossoming time That from the seedness the bare fallow brings To teeming foison, even so her plenteous womb Expresseth his full | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022087 | tilth and husbandry. ISABELLA. Someone with child by him? My cousin Juliet? LUCIO. Is she your cousin? ISABELLA. Adoptedly, as school-maids change their names By vain though apt affection. LUCIO. She it is. ISABELLA. O, let him marry her! LUCIO. This is the point. The Duke is very strangely gone from hence; Bore many gentlemen, myself being one, In hand, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022088 | and hope of action; but we do learn, By those that know the very nerves of state, His givings-out were of an infinite distance From his true-meant design. Upon his place, And with full line of his authority, Governs Lord Angelo; a man whose blood Is very snow-broth; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022089 | But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge With profits of the mind, study and fast. He, to give fear to use and liberty, Which have for long run by the hideous law As mice by lions, hath picked out an act, Under whose heavy sense your brothers life Falls into forfeit. He arrests him on it, And follows close | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022090 | the rigour of the statute To make him an example. All hope is gone, Unless you have the grace by your fair prayer To soften Angelo. And thats my pith of business Twixt you and your poor brother. ISABELLA. Doth he so Seek his life? LUCIO. Has censured him already; And, as I hear, the Provost hath a warrant Fors | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022091 | execution. ISABELLA. Alas, what poor abilitys in me To do him good? LUCIO. Assay the power you have. ISABELLA. My power? Alas, I doubt. LUCIO. Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win By fearing to attempt. Go to Lord Angelo, And let him learn to know, when maidens sue, Men give like gods; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022092 | but when they weep and kneel, All their petitions are as freely theirs As they themselves would owe them. ISABELLA. Ill see what I can do. LUCIO. But speedily. ISABELLA. I will about it straight; No longer staying but to give the Mother Notice of my affair. I humbly thank you. Commend me to my brother. Soon at night Ill | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022093 | send him certain word of my success. LUCIO. I take my leave of you. ISABELLA. Good sir, adieu. [_Exeunt._] ACT II SCENE I. A hall in Angelos house. Enter Angelo, Escalus, Servants, and a Justice. ANGELO. We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022094 | till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror. ESCALUS. Ay, but yet Let us be keen, and rather cut a little Than fall and bruise to death. Alas, this gentleman, Whom I would save, had a most noble father. Let but your honour know, Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue, That, in the working of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022095 | your own affections, Had time cohered with place, or place with wishing, Or that the resolute acting of your blood Could have attained th effect of your own purpose, Whether you had not sometime in your life Erred in this point which now you censure him, And pulled the law upon you. ANGELO. Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022096 | Another thing to fall. I not deny The jury passing on the prisoners life May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try. Whats open made to justice, That justice seizes. What knows the laws That thieves do pass on thieves? Tis very pregnant, The jewel that we find, we stoop and take t, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022097 | Because we see it; but what we do not see, We tread upon, and never think of it. You may not so extenuate his offence For I have had such faults; but rather tell me, When I that censure him do so offend, Let mine own judgement pattern out my death, And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022098 | Enter Provost. ESCALUS. Be it as your wisdom will. ANGELO. Where is the Provost? PROVOST. Here, if it like your honour. ANGELO. See that Claudio Be executed by nine tomorrow morning. Bring him his confessor, let him be prepared, For thats the utmost of his pilgrimage. [_Exit Provost._] ESCALUS. Well, heaven forgive him; and forgive us all. Some rise by | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000022099 | sin, and some by virtue fall. Some run from brakes of vice, and answer none, And some condemned for a fault alone. Enter Elbow and Officers with Froth and Pompey. ELBOW. Come, bring them away. If these be good people in a commonweal that do nothing but use their abuses in common houses, I know no law. Bring them away. | 60 | gutenberg |
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